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Monday, 21 October 2013

Bedtime secrets

May I make a little confession?

You remember a few weeks ago, when a burglar entered our house through the kitchen where I sleep, and Gail was cross at me for not sounding the alarm? Oh yes, it was all "for heavens sake Bertie, you happily wake up the whole street when you feel like it, why on earth couldn't you have barked a bit when it actually would have been useful" etc. etc.

Well since then I have been secretly hoping that my perceived failure as a guard dog might work to my advantage, and Gail would realise there is no point whatsoever in leaving me downstairs at night, and I may as well keep her company in her bedroom and, incidentally, save on the need for a special dog bed.

Sadly, Gail has not yet come round to my way of thinking.

Although, for some reason, I have always been allowed to share her very comfortable bed when we are at the cottage in Torridon, which is where the picture above was taken.

31 comments:

Hi Bertie,We have observed the same issue. We are only allowed to sleep on furniture when we are away at the bach (like last weekend when we went to the beach), whereas at home Enzo and I have come to the conclusion that our humans are far too precious about their everyday belongings, and life would be so much better if the rules were the same everywhere so we didn't have to use our dog beds. Then we could snuggle up close to them more often.

Same with me mate. That ruddy cat gets to sleep upstairs every night while I am confined to my bed in the hall. At Ganny's or when we are on holiday I'm invited upstairs. don't get it at all. Pffft. Deccy xx

Bertie I think that big bed suits you and I'm sorry to say the human brain to say the least is a mystery never to be understood!!! As for me...mom says I'm like a 500 lb gorilla...I sleep anywhere I please!MOL MOL MOLHugs Madi your BFFF

Bertie..humans can be quite territorial. Our Dad was not too happy when he found out I intended to sleep o the bed with my Muzzer. But as I am more charming, more disarming and a better communicator I won!

Teka says you can play the warmth card too. Share the heat, share the love, share the bed.

Well Bertie Some PEEPS do need their heads examined. They need to have these crazy thoughts of NO DOGS (or CATS) in Their Beds. WE don't mind if THEY want to share OUR beds.. so WHY should THEY be so SELFISH with THEIRS. Doesn't she understand that if you had made yourself Known to that THIEF.... he might have BAGGED YOU Also???? THAT ALONE is reason enough fur you to be Sleeping with HER.

When I first came to live with this family, they had every intention of having me sleep downstairs. But from the very first minute after they went upstairs, I barked and whined so loudly that they had to give in and I have been sleeping happily upstairs with them ever since.

Are you perhaps too too nice about this? Should you perhaps be more of a pain and make Gail relent?

I missed your post about the burglary and can only imagine that was very scary.

One more thing: please tell Gail that we totally agree with her comment about the "World" Series. But sometimes all a poor terrier can do is sigh at human preposterousness.

Most puzzling indeed Bertie...Maybe you should tote that dog bed upstairs and plunk it Gail's bed...Humans can be thick and sometimes you have to give them big hints...The bottom picture...Is that really a photo of you Bertie? It looks like a painting

Hari OmWell Bertie, that is mixed signals if ever there was!!! Something needs sorting out I feel.

Sorry I have been a bit 'absent'; this intercontinental shifting is proving trubsum and the etherwobblies are worse here than in Mumbai - tsk! Have come to the good old local council library to avail myself of the free and fast wifi facility in order to post and catch up with all my blogpals, whom I am missing greatly.

Do watch out over at Wild YAM's place for the Wed/Thur posts are they may well be of particular interest to yourself and Gail... Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

Holy cow! How did I miss the post about you being burgled? That is horrible! I'm so sorry. Thank goodness the burglar didn't take Bertie. Bertie, don't lose hope. Gail may let you in bed yet. Tell her you could protect her better from that vantage point.

Hello Bertie, you know your friend Robert Macfarlane, well I work with someone who meet him the other night!! He said he was great, very friendly and with a great sense of humour. They were at an event discussing: the connection between creativity and our relationship with the wild. By bringing together artists, thinkers and explorers as well as those who work in the wild, this wide-ranging discussion talked about how we can navigate wild places and encourage others to encounter them, how we can invite encounters of a fantastical as well as physical nature, and what role the arts can play in helping us.Based around a panel discussion, the event offered opportunities to uncover the hidden wilderness of Hinchingbrooke Country Park.Sounds good don’t you think?

Hmm, keep trying Bertie! Maybe one day you can keep Gail cosy and read her bedtime stories here in Aberdeen too!Actually, I think a remote cottage in Torridon has no need for a guard dog, but Aberdeen does. Have you heard about the Oppurtunists? There's been cars stolen on Eve's street already! I'm sure you can be a good guard dog when you want to be, but not when there's a treat involved.Pippa :)

Just read your comment on my blog, and I am repeating myself, but it really was exciting to meet you in person ( or should I say "in dog"?) on Scolty! We'll keep a look out for you if we're back at Duthie park, because I always keep my eyes peeled for your lovely bouncy self when I'm down there!And if I do meet you, we can have barking sessions so I can teach you to defend your house at the burglars peril!

We are just catching up with the burglar story as well. Glad you are both okay, laptops and purses can be replaced. Bertie, maybe you knew it was best not to have an encounter with a bad person. Well done lad! Wyatt and Stanzie

About Me

Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)